There is a spoken word poem by Andrea Gibson that is my love poem to myself. It's called The Madness Vase/The Nutrionist. I heard it in person last week when she was here for a sold-out show in Colorado Springs. (By the way, talk about an awesome experience - attending a SOLD OUT Spoken Word …
One can learn a lot in 2 years.
Today I am officially 2 years sober from alcohol!!! I am laying in bed at 10 o clock in the evening, nursing an ear infection, with a dinner that for some reason upset my stomach and had me in the bathroom for 30 minutes (TMI, I know. Deal with it), and yet, I am smiling. …
Let Off With a Warning
I love long drives. Something about the open road is tremendously appealing to me, so on Friday when I left for a little mountain town about 2 hours away, I was ecstatic. Freedom was in my grasp! On the way to this town, there is a huge valley. The highway through it is long and …
My Life is Full – Learning to Prioritize
It's been in the last couple of months I finally started getting what people with a lot of time in 12-step meant by saying, "My life got really full." Recently, my life has gotten very full. Back a couple of years ago when I started recovery, I couldn't tell you what I truly loved. I …
I’m… Tired.
So, I've been ramping up and speeding up and trying to organize so that I can shift this blog over to a new design and a new domain name. (Yes, for reals! Coming soon!) But one thing keeps coming up for me. I'm tired. I look across the blogging web-o-sphere and my mind automatically starts …
I am the Key.
 Some wires got crossed recently, I don't know when, and my brain has been a little bit haywire. Drunk on abandonment issues that keep waving little red flags at me. My life keeps hinging on whether this person responds to me, whether this person shows up at this place or not, whether people come through …
Reconciling
Many of us seem to have some strain when it comes to relating to our families. The strain can be especially poignant around the holidays, where interacting with family is expected; if not from our families themselves, then from other well-meaning (or not so well-meaning) friends. This was certainly true for me this year. Going …
The Sacred Season
My heart feels really sore and fragile today. I'm entering the sacred season of the year for me - I am now within 2 weeks of the anniversary of my sisters' deaths. December 9, 2007... almost 6 years ago. This year, I am 24 years old, the same age that the shooter was on the …
Laurie Works 